#\\also sorry if the font/markers in my tags changes for a while i don't think tumblr liked that last one

[surging-eyes-seeing-au]

(Okay this is my first time doing a rp thing like this so it will. be uhm. interesting. Murderpollo please)

[In a little cafe in a city not too far from where Apollo lives, sits a man, probably mid-thirties, anxiously running his hand through the messy strands of his long hair. He's waiting on someone to arrive, it seems. This man is the Teller. He hasn't met up with anyone in a long time, and face-to-face social interactions aren't exactly his strong suit....

He looks around at the activity around him, shifting in his chair constantly. It's not too busy, but just busy enough that nobody might overhear the conversation he is about to have. He taps his foot before inhaling and adjusting his mask, mumbling to himself.]

"...Breathe, you're fine. He won't do what they did last time..."

[He mumbles some other incoherent things before looking up once more and seeing Apollo finally walk in, and he starts waving him over, trying to catch his attention.]

"Justice!"

– Teller ( @speak-your-evil )

[Even wearing clothing more casual than his usual wear, the jacket, bandages and hair made the man stick out as much as always.

Apollo hadn't known what to expect. What this person looked like, if they were even going to come. He hoped the latter was true. At this point, there was a rather tiny number of things he'd willingly exit his apartment for, and this just barely made it. To his relief, the person indicating him was spotted, garnering a slight sigh from the attorney. And the mask... that seemed like it'd be something his correspondent would wear, didn't it? Dodging a few people in his way, he walked over, slowing his steps once he reached the edge of the table. The figure was stared at for a few moments before he crossed his arms, muttering out a question.]

"...The Teller, right?"

[He had to check, just in case.]